Novel & Cerita A Despised Son In Law

“She hates weakness. She hates anything she can’t manipulate. And you… well, she obviously has nothing on you.” He took a swig of wine. I didn’t know if that was a compliment or an insult. “What about her son?” I asked cautiously. His jaw tightened. “He’s a parasite. Latches onto his mother like a child needing breast milk. Totally useless. My father always knew it. That’s why the clause exists.” There was something deeper in his voice then—a venom I hadn’t heard before. His hate wasn’t cold. It was personal. Deep. Ugly. “And what happens after six months?” I asked.

The tension between them was so thick it could’ve cracked the windows. Across the desk, Mr. Davenport stared at his son with disgust barely hidden behind his polished exterior. “You really thought you could drag this family’s name through the dirt without consequences?” His voice was sharp, but not loud. Calculated. Always. Jasper crossed his arms. “Just say what you called me here for. We both know you're not interested in father-son bonding.” Mr. Davenport’s lip curled. “You’re dating your brother’s fiancée’s brother. A man. It’s filth. Public filth. And you’re flaunting it.”

he yelled and gained our attention. "Stop, both of you, " he looked at his son and his wife, "I just wanted a normal family dinner and you both had to ruin it," he said glaring at his wife and his son. Arthur lowered his head and glared at his food, I noticed him clenching his jaw in anger, "I'm so sorry you had to witness this Davina," Andrew said gaining my attention, "It's fine, Mr. Spencer," I replied, he smiled at me and glanced at his wife.

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? OUR SON IS DYING BECAUSE OF YOUR NEGLIGENCE ! SAY SOMETHING! SAY SOMETHING. THIS IS YOUR DOING. DAMMIT TITUS. HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO YOUR OWN GOD DAMNED SON? YOU ARE A MONSTER TITUS BROWN AND IF MY SON DIES YOU ARE DEAD TO ME." His own wife looked down on him and at this moment her father stepped in. The damned man has never liked him and this was a reason to get rid of him. If he was to die a painful and grudgful death, he would never wish to put his own son through that. His sons nature is a curse but that was still his boy, despite belief he loves their children all four of them.

“Don’t start with that. He wanted to know. And he deserved it. He deserves every fucking thing he's getting. I know he's your son, and you're supposed to love him unconditionally and develop a short memory about the things he's done, but I don't owe him any of that. I don't owe him a damn thing. He can go to hell for all I care.” The silence stretches between us, thick and suffocating, until I can almost feel it pressing down on me, squeezing out every bit of patience I have left. Caspian looks at me, that same pained expression that he always wears when I dare to speak honestly about his son. And maybe if this was a few months ago, I’d feel guilty. But now? Now, all I feel is exhaustion and

Still, luckily for me, I dumped him so hastily that he just can't stop thinking about me and missing me. "I mean, he might be married now, but he's still pathetic enough to be treating another man's daughter as his own, like an obedient dog. Guess it's just engraved in his bones, huh?" I read the long line of text and didn't reply to her at all. Instead, I just calmly took screenshots of the conversation and took Aster out to the amusement park instead, letting him enjoy himself to his heart's content. It was just that Aster would occasionally look at the other children at the park happily riding on their fathers' shoulders, and the smile on his face would drop.

I asked, my tone laced with skepticism, challenging him to explain the twisted rationale behind his words, as the tension in the room seemed to thicken. He exhaled deeply, his voice laced with resentment. "I love my son, but his mother is nowhere near the best woman in the world. She’s like a locust from the eighth plague; instead of feeding on flesh, she devours the wealth of men." The bitterness in his words painted a vivid picture of the turmoil that lay beneath his frail exterior. He had described her perfectly, but I couldn't let it slide. "Is that what you tell yourself to feel better after stealing your nephew's girlfriend?" I shot back, the sharpness of my words cutting through the t

I read the post again. [My oldest son has been lazy and selfish since he was a kid. He got lucky on the SATs, made it into an Ivy League school, and ended up marrying into a wealthy family.] [His wife just had a baby, and he does nothing at his in-laws' house—just coasts along as a stay-at-home husband.] [My precious younger son, though—he's sensible and well-behaved. He just got back from a top university abroad, with perfect manners and upbringing. He's way more deserving of this rich in-law family.]

I ask the one question that has been on my since the onset of all of this. "Definitely somewhere better. In a comfy place, something you obviously can't afford without leaning in on people." She rolls her eyes and still I tolerate it. "Gifa, can you plea-" An intimidating aura clashes with mine. "Pathetic." With the click of his shoes,we can already tell who is coming. "You tolerate disrespect for the sake of love,son? The reason why I will never condescend." His voice booms off the wall. "Father, I am not tolerating disrespect, my wife is pregnant and I can't watch another raise my heir. That will forever be a pain in the ass." I try to reason with him hoping he understands.

Danny is a softie. "So they are people gossiping about Danny?" Ms. Sinclair laughed, the sound high and grating. "He has a nickname now. I mean, I do not want to intrude on your family drama but... Danny is such a hoe? I wouldn't let my son even come close to that hideous thing.. so please I beg you stay away from my family, I would do same." That thing. I didn't say a word. I didn't yell. I didn't pull my gun. The anger inside me went so hot it just turned completely cold and solid, like block ice. I stood up from my seat, the leather creaking under my weight.